Tonight was by no means a quiet night. In an alley, a clergyman holding a cross had cold sweat on his head. He was constantly vigilant of his surroundings. At the same time, he held a special high-pressure water gun in his hand. The water gun was filled with the Church's holy water. Against demons and resentful spirits, such a water gun was extremely useful.
It was just that he didn't know what was going on. The existence he had encountered today, his own water gun was simply not very effective against it. But he had indeed felt an immense resentment. Was it not a vengeful spirit?
Hee hee hee hee...
A faint laugh once again entered his ears. This made the Church personnel involuntarily straighten their bodies. Their originally slightly relaxed muscles tensed up again. Damn it! He had clearly run so far, so why hadn't he shaken off that vengeful spirit? He had to get the help of other Church personnel as soon as possible. With just himself, and even with combat personnel of his level, he was afraid he couldn't handle that terrifying vengeful spirit at all!
This was the first time this Church member had felt such a sense of powerlessness. This Church member had always felt that he had had a very smooth journey. Whether it was his grades or his combat power, he was already considered quite good for his age. But now, this Church member just wanted to slap himself and ask himself why he didn't strive for first place, to make himself a little stronger. Perhaps if he were a little stronger, he wouldn't be in such a state. After all, the vengeful spirit before him was very likely to take his life. No wonder his good friend had always told him that Romania was very dangerous during this period. He really should have asked for leave and let someone stronger be stationed here.
But now, it was too late for tears.
"O Lord, please shed your brilliance upon me. O Lord, please cast your gaze upon my soul. Send a miracle to your humble believer."
However, before this Church member could finish his words, a wound cut by a sharp blade appeared on his shoulder. A black shadow flashed past him, and this Church member could not catch it at all.
"Does the Lord really exist in this world? If He exists, why doesn't He come to save you? Just like He didn't save us back then."
As if a group of children were speaking, words filled with a hint of resentment emerged from beside his ear. Cold sweat instantly drenched the back of this Church member. As expected, this was a vengeful spirit with sufficient resentment in its heart. Was it because the Lord's brilliance did not shine in its heart?
"We just wanted to live. Is such a humble wish so impossible to grant?"
A sharp dagger was pressed against this Church member's neck, and it could slit his throat at any moment. The cold voice once again came to his ear. "Goodbye... no... farewell, this uncle from the Church."
The next moment, this Church member's body stiffened. His body lurched forward. The sound of flesh being torn came from his chest. His ribs were also directly broken at this moment. His heart was directly pushed out from the front of his body by a small hand, and then slowly pulled back and taken out from behind. This was a young girl with a scar on her face, and at the same time, had green eyes and white hair. It was just that no matter how you looked at it, the girl's eyes held a hint of cruelty.
Slowly licking the blood that dripped from the heart, a smile appeared on the white-haired girl's face. How delicious. As expected, the magical energy contained in the heart was the best. Feeling the life force turn into magical energy, the not-so-much magical energy in her own body was gradually filled. This sense of accomplishment was indescribable.
The young girl stood up and turned her gaze to the side of the city. There were new snacks over there. After all, she was leaving here early this morning. So, although she might get full, it was better to just swallow the snacks directly.
"We are good children. Just one more snack should be fine, right?"
The white-haired girl, just like a child from an ordinary family, gently tapped her fingertips together. She then took out a white handkerchief that her mother had given her from her pocket. After wiping away the blood, she directly threw it onto the face of the uncle she had just killed.
However, things did not go as smoothly as the girl had thought. Before this girl had stepped out of the alley, Black Keys were thrown from a distance. The sound of them cutting through the wind was like a sharp, cold blade. The white-haired girl immediately dodged to the side. If she hadn't dodged in time, these weapons would still have pierced a fatal spot on her body. With her "mother" having no magical energy... at that time, she would surely have to make her exit.
As the sound of footsteps rang out, a figure arrived at the mouth of the alley. He gently took off the robe on his body. At this moment, a powerful magical energy slowly spread out from the figure before them. Like the uncle she had just killed, he wore the black vestments of the Church, with a small golden cross on his chest. The black Church vestments were very well-fitting, even giving the young man's body a hint of an ascetic feel. At the same time, a red stole was draped over the black vestments, showing this young man's strength and status in the Church.
Short, reddish-brown hair, eyes with a hint of gold. His indifferent expression was somewhat similar to a certain priest who enjoyed watching human tragedy.
"I'm a step too late... A vengeful spirit? No, there's still something different. I see. A Heroic Spirit summoned by the Holy Grail War? It should be some kind of Anti-Hero..."
This was a young man who was not very old, adopted by Father Kotomine in the Church. At a young age, both his magical incantations and his combat strength were extremely outstanding. At the same time, although he seemed indifferent, his actually very warm-hearted personality was also well-liked. Unlike his adoptive father, that father whose inner pursuits were unreadable, he was a boy who was widely popular. But in battle, he would absolutely be as cold and calm as his father (adoptive father).
"I didn't expect to have such an unexpected harvest while tracking heretics here. In that case, none of this was a coincidence, but the guidance of fate. Unknown Anti-Hero, I will take your life here!"
With that, the young man raised both his hands. Although he hadn't taken out a red hilt, he had created Black Keys out of thin air with his magical energy. Then, the Black Keys were once again thrown out.
And the white-haired girl Heroic Spirit's movements were also extremely swift. She quickly did a backflip to dodge a series of attacks. At the same time, holding a dagger, she rapidly approached this young Church member. The dagger in her hand went straight for his neck. A snack with so much magical energy—she couldn't destroy the sweet and delicious heart.